Building Wall

"Building"

Rip out my hair
pluck out these eyes
pull off my lips
in one loud sigh
tear out my heart
and break me apart
silence the feeling
building

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"Building Wall"

A building wall
a building dam
a space stacked high by worn out hands
I cannot be
the one behind
but stand upon and stare out wide
Oh, who shall know if I shall jump?
I shall build but shall I want?
I wish the wall to tumble down
yet wish it hold it all up now
Oh, building wall
a building dam
a space stacked by my worn out hands
I cannot be
the one behind
I'll stand upon with arms out wide
and if the wall shall tumble down
I'll stay within the ruins now

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"Wall"

Beyond the stones are things I do not know
A future that itself won't be made shown
I hear the whispers behind the stones
They prophecy of all that might be known
Beyond the stones of the wall so high
A future lays that I may realize
I hear the whispers often turn to cries
Wanting me to start the climb
Reaching up and taking hold
The wall is blocking all foretold
Beyond the stones are things I do not know
A future that itself won't be made shown
I wish to see beyond the wall someday
To stifle the cries beyond the stones

By: Elizabeth Azpurua